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Post by Spectre on Aug 7, 2013 7:26:43 GMT -8
*"This is the place. Whree is she? She told me she'd be here!" Spectre's thoughts were near deranged panic. The Goddess saved him, spared him from death. He couldn't fail now. He didn't even know who he was anyways. All he knew was to be here were he was told to be. On Pantora he was dead for five minutes. Ambushed. He couldn't remember who or why, but he was dead. Until the mercy of the Moon Goddess saved him. "Where is she?!?" His panicked thought returned once again. Just as he noticed two individuals leaving in a hurry. He ducked out of the line of sight. A super-commando and a soldier leaving in a hurry. He didn't know it but he was drawing the Force searching his feelings. Something wasn't right was an understatement. He could her pain. Her fear and hopelessness. It made him sad and scared too. "Where? Where? give me a sign! Something. Anything!" *
"Daddy! Make them stop! Daddy please! "
*He found her. He could feel they were hurting her. His fear turned to anger. "How dare they hurt her." He ran around the area to see a broken window and her on the table. He could see from where he was they had hurt her bad. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Flipping down the aiming reticle on his buy'ce, he figures out the distance, the circumference opening of the window and just how far away they were to her. With that he jumps into the air, guiding himself with his jetpack. Within seconds he lands just a few feet away from the Goddess, Ripper drawn. The woman with glasses was just out of reaching distance of her...."What the hell was that thing? A bazooka?" He didn't know but his ripper bounced between the Man and Woman as he went to grab a hold of the Goddess. He puts his ripper away and heads towards the window. Just before he exits he tosses an adhesive grenade backwards and jumps out the window. He fires his jetpack as he tries to wrap her up in this tarp or blanket she was covered with. Her could smell the blood and upon closer look she was worse than initially thought. He lands with her and continues to wrap her up tight as her carries her to his ship. Once inside the White Cloak (Ironic isn't it?) he fires up the systems in a flash, and launches towards open orbit. *
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The Major
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Aug 8, 2013 9:16:58 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Aug 8, 2013 9:16:58 GMT -8
"Oh, great unt powerful Universe: vwhy do zyou hate me?"
The Major had indeed managed to lay a hand upon her warhammer. It was a close call indeed, with her fingers currently cupped around the fizzen —easy to wrap lower around the handle and finger the trigger. Had she been one second faster, the magic bullet would have sliced and diced quite admirably upon the thief. Ah, the passages that could have been written upon his body while he danced due to bullet jutting and zagging in and out, in and out. Oh well, wishing never made anything happen in this part of the multiverse. And on the bright side, he did not kill her outright. That was unlucky, because now when she found out who he was, she was going to quite politely use his heart as a tennis ball, possibly playing a match or two with the highly esteemed Gustav. Gottverdammt: the adhesive was in her hair, all over it. Was Gukky able to reach for his pistol, because she was about to ask him to shoot her in the face. Literally anything would be better than the five hours it would take to get it out. Where was he, anyway? Her head was pinned, able only to watch the musket and maybe a bit of one of the windows.
"Errr, Doktor? Can zyou hear me? Has our shhticky friendt gotten up zyour nose unt choked zyou to death? Ach, this suit ist ruined, unt I yjust had it cleaned."
Meanwhile, Kuroro was busy dining. The course? A pig who had followed her into this apartment building. He was not a heathy man, fat, and so she really didn't like him much. Plus, his lungs tasted like cigarette. His liver wasn't much better. This she thought while biting into his pancreas like it was a fuzzy apple. Oh well, at least she had found a holo player and was eating to a selection of Bubble Pop Electric. If the food sucked, then at least the atmosphere would be cheerful. Huh. Major said backup was coming, no? Was she okay? Should she call? Bah, she was probably busy picking out more unflattering clothing.
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Aug 8, 2013 10:03:04 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 8, 2013 10:03:04 GMT -8
=Kuroro's hold up=
*Dred and Flo arrived to see the building Kuroro was in surrounded. Dred tallied twenty of them. Dred tilts his head to the side and the sound of his neck vertebrae pops down to his shoulder blades. Dred was in the foulest of moods. Normally he wouldn't want to take on such a large force of police, but what the child said earlier made his hate go into overdrive. Dred turns to Flo.*
"I'll hit'em from below, you hit'em from high ground. Let's make this quick."
*Flo nods in agreement as Dred moves into position.*
=Back in the room=
=Gukky=
"No Major, it hasn't covered my face. From the looks of our kidnapper, I think Dred might know who that was. Or at least be able to point us in the right direction."
*Gukky's head was turned away from Major, but the way he was stuck to the wall, his left hand was all the way out, his right hand stuck to his crotch in a Micheal Jaskconesqe type Billy Jean pose. Good thing Major couldn't see it. Otherwise.....*
=Back at the Kuroro debacle=
*Dred and Flo worked like a pair of pros. Dred used himself as a wreaking ball and Flo took the time to pick off those who focused on Dred, never staying in one particular spot for too long. Within 20-30 minutes the whole police squad was burnt, shot or missing limbs. It was the site of a mass execution. Dred and Flo arrive to see Kuroro still eating one of her victims. This made Dred even angrier. He shouts at her with white hot age.*
"Stop wasting time and get your ass back to Demagolka! NOW *HAAR'CHAK DIKUT'IKA!*" *Dammit, childish moron!*
*Dred roared like a billowing beast. Even Flo shifted her head quickly to look at him. As long as she knew Dred, she's never heard him yell at anything or anyone. Dred was definitely pissed. *
*Finally when they get back they see Gukky and Major stuck to the wall. Dred heads to where Major was.*
"Who did this?"
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The Major
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Aug 9, 2013 14:58:39 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Aug 9, 2013 14:58:39 GMT -8
That was a great question, since the assailant obviously said his name, rank and serial number before dousing the room in baby blue colored adhesive. Indeed, she hadn't exactly had the range of motion to properly congratulate him or shake his hand. Perhaps next time? Luckily for Dred, he wouldn't have to hear the biting thoughts flowing and aiming from the Major to the Bloodrage Mando. Besides, she couldn't exactly chide or mock others when she was stuck in the murk. Hm. Those grenades were very useful. She could already see the advantage of pinning a target in place. It enabled you to have your way with the victims, and surprise needle visits were always more welcome when you were unable to fight back. She will have to pick up a few of these sticky grenades at the first chance.
"Ja, vwell. He didn't leave ein cardt, but he vwas ein Mando, vwearing one of dose T-shlots zyou seem so crazy about. Also, he vwas quite deranged. Doktor, did zyou see him better from dat ang—."
"MAJOR FRECKLE FACE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIRRRRRRRR?!??!?!!
NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooohhhhhh!"
Kuroro dumps off an inept body in a bodybag upon the table, and practically wails while quick jumping nearly on top of the Fallanassi. She is frantic, trying to clear off the goo from the sleek and once smooth hair. Mechanized vampiric Sithspawn speed comes into play, as Subject 194 essentially turns into stabbing and slashing pink vectors as her limbs hurry to free the ridiculously tall woman. Hooting in rage, Kuroro hefts the 6'4" Fallanassi like she was a toy —over her shoulder, and begins to sprint off to the nearest shower. Demagolka managed to grab her musket in the commotion and smashes it numerous times into the Pink Nightmare's back, to no avail. Nothing could save her from the terrible, wince causing fate that was Kuroro on a mission. A mission to scrub out the gunk from Major's hair.
"Put me down now! Idiot! Idiot! Shtop! Halt! I order zyou to cease! No! I'll kill zyou!
Put!
Me!
Dowwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnmmm!!!!"
The screaming trails off as the victim of summary hygiene is carried deeper into the building.
"I'LL SAAAAAAAAVE YOUUUUUU, SIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Aug 9, 2013 21:16:58 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 9, 2013 21:16:58 GMT -8
*Completely unaware of thoughts, it was just proper customs to get the name, license plate, registration, proof of insurance, stool and urine sample of every unknown enemy before you fight. It was just good manners. Regardless of who it was it was Gukky who spoke up.*
=Gukky=
"He was big, he moved quick but his armor was unlike anything I've ever seen. Unique. It was white but skeletal. If that makes any sense?"
*Dred took off his buy'ce, and watched as the di'kut pester Major and try to clean her up.*
"No it makes perfect sense Doctor. The use of adhesive grenades, the armor. You guys had the honor of running into a Mandalorian Executioner. Their our version of skilled assassins. Curious. He had you both pinned and didn't kill either of you. Only came for the child. Which means he needed her for something else. Hard to answer."
*It was true. Why leave someone alive to come back to find you later on? That wasn't they way of an Executioner. They were never this sloppy or unprofessional. Which means he could be an amateur. But no amateur could make it into these elite ranks. Which means something was off. No matter. He knew what they were up against and began to make preparations in his head.*
"Demagolka, when your personal clown is done fooling around........I have a unique question or rather an interesting opportunity to present to you and Gukky."
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The Major
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Aug 11, 2013 3:28:57 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Aug 11, 2013 3:28:57 GMT -8
Oh, the injustice that transpired in these vaunted halls. Humans were nearly helpless against the mechanized vampirized purple and pink dressed SS— Sithspawn. Subject 194 was already off in the head when she was alive, and even more tilted when recreated into a fire spewing sithspawn. Now among the ranks of glowing blue eyed undead, to call anything within her controllable was a pipe dream. Without hesitation, she had ripped off the Major's clothes once finding a shower room. In her pink and rose petal filled mind, this was by in no means a gross overload of her duties nor any sort of invasion of personal space. They were both women, well, one of them was. The other was Kuroro. She couldn't even fathom the concept that Major may have been uncomfortable with being naked around anything —she was a woman and a best friend, frankly, they should shower together more often, right? Then Kuroro can show her how her ridiculously long hair was simply a burden. Nor was the sithspawn angry when the Major fired her musket point blank into Subject 194's face while she tore off the messy blouse. She simply.... Ate the shot, and continued to hurriedly undress her charge and then tossed her under steaming water.
Oh, the injustice of this embarrassment, now our Fallanassi hero was wrapped in a towel that could barely cover her freakishly tall body, looking like bloody anguish and depression drumming her fingers into her cheeks as Kuroro happily rubbed shampoo into each lock of raven black hair while humming some stupid song and blathering away about how she met whatshisface on Dressel. Death would be too simple, no? Luckily for them all, the Major had heard Dred's request through the communicator housed in her glasses. This was of course a miracle considering how Kuroro would not shut up. Actually, thought the Major, this would be especially nightmarish if she didn't blah-blah-blah. Reaching down and holding the folded spectacles to her mouth like a radio, she responds.
:Never stick zyour needle unt sensor into crazy, Dred. Never. vWhat proposal are zyou proposing?:
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Aug 11, 2013 7:00:13 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 11, 2013 7:00:13 GMT -8
*It took forever, what seemed to be happening. Gukky had Flo to help him, but not in the insane capacity that Kuroro was helping Major. If the fool had her stuff together, the child wouldn't of had such an easy time to be rescued. Dred would have made damn sure of that. But there was no time to reflect on what ifs. Hindsight is always 20/20. Dred had something else in mind. Something he had been working on, or rather had someone working on for a while now. Since Major could enhance the Force, reason stands that she could create someone resistant to it. Like Dr. Kevorkian Or'dinii had theorized. So Dred responds to Major's query.*
"You are able to enhance others abilities in the Force. That I have no doubt. I was wondering if you'd be interested in making someone....resistant to the Force? Make them have the ability to negate it. In a sense."
*Dred knew Gukky would be on board, as would Major. He would have to sweeten the deal.*
"That someone would be me, if you hadn't come to that conclusion. Whaddaya say? Care to turn someone into a weapon against the Force?"
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Aug 11, 2013 7:15:41 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Aug 11, 2013 7:15:41 GMT -8
What was this? Creating a Force dead freak, and one who already grew to rely only on his self and not on some ethereal concept that binds us all together? How. . . interesting. Subject 200, Meony, though stolen, would no doubt proceed along the paths already pre established for her. But to have Dred as another ace in the hole? It was almost a temptation for the scientist, and there was nothing that the Fallanassi liked more than gene altering temptation. Force suppression? No, Force Death? It sounded dangerously like the goal Subject 67 had in mind. But in this way, the demigods of this universe could be subjugated. Yes, it was the perfect chance to distract her from the recent madness that had taken her soul and pour herself into more honorable goals. Plus, this work would no doubt solidify Dred as an ally, and that was simply too useful to scoff at. Now, how to proceed? There were many antiquated texts on the subject of Force Death, and even champions who tired to undertake the ultimate equalization goal.
It was important to note the excitement that was pouring into the limbs of the Major. Kuroro takes this as a sign that her story was getting to a good point, and so she begins to speak more enthusiastically. Of course, she is being ignored while the Major responds to Dred, once again through the comlink. Yes, there was a warble that was Kuroro's banter, but who honestly cared? The dead didn't smell good inside anyway.
:Curious! Unt, goodt sir, vhat scope of resources vwould be poured into this 'line of inquiry?':
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Aug 11, 2013 8:41:19 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 11, 2013 8:41:19 GMT -8
*Success. He had someone who had been working on this very same thing, until he was disgraced and dismissed as a mad scientist. Now he had two others with the same guiding principles to finally make it happen. Dr. Or'dinii had perfected the initial ideas. What he needed was a fresh pair of eyes to look into it. Since his weren't as sharp anymore.*
"Any and all resources that one could possibly need. I have a like-mind comrade who has perfected an engineered retro-virus to attack Midi-chlorian bacteria He's been using my DNA to try to develop a force evolution of resistances. So far he's been unsuccessful, but with yours and Gukky's......"expertise" he might finally achieve the success he's sought for so long. If this is something you'd like to investigate, we can head for Serenno right away."
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Aug 13, 2013 4:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Aug 13, 2013 4:44:32 GMT -8
It was best they moved on and out of this planet anyway. The police were still buzzing like angry bees, and no doubt one cruiser had caught sight of the debacle in the skyscraper and would probably be deciding on whether to finish eating fried dough before calling for backup or not.
The Major had not realized she has been pondering in silence for a full minute. It is now she realizes that her butler is simply drying her hair. Good. This madness was drawing to a close. Standing up now, the Fallanassi motions for Kuroro to gather her clothes so that she may dress. This the Pink Nightmare does reluctantly: she hated suits.
:Hafe Gustav collect der telemetry data on Subject 200, vwe vwill needt dat. Then, mein Mando friend, destroy der rest —ve can't hafe interlopers following us, can vwe?:
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Aug 13, 2013 10:11:30 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 13, 2013 10:11:30 GMT -8
*Gukky was already a step ahead. When he was released from the wall, he began to grab all the important data that was needed. All the holologs, all the data recordings, everything that was pertinent to subject 200. Once Gukky gets all he needs he packs it away.*
=Gukky=
"Flo. Dred. If you would be so kind as to torch the rest. I have everything we need."
*Flo nods and begins to dump flammable liquids all over the place and Dred follows suit, making sure to canvas the entire area. Once everyone was out, Dred walks to the door and turns. Lifting his right arm up and activating his napalm thrower with his left, Dred blankets the the room with a fiery baptism. When he knows there is no way to tell who's been here, without aid from the force that is, he turns to leave with the rest to the ship. Next stop Serenno.*
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The Major
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Aug 16, 2013 20:45:34 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Aug 16, 2013 20:45:34 GMT -8
There were many great narratives and stories to be told, with glory and darkness which thundered and whimpered across the myriad battlefields throughout the multiverse. Some were fought with bullets, others bayonets, still more with teeth, some more with words, and even fewer with the kind of science that leaves worlds devoid of substance if improperly applied by hacks, mimes, imitators, and the occasional man named Gustav here and there. Luckily for the Mando named Dred, this version of Gustav wasn't a complete hack, and his rather grinny young Fallanassi collaborator was not an amateur. Science would serve the beast called Progress, propelling them further along the path of perfection. Even Kuroro couldn't hamper the science anymore since she was under orders to not do so while being the biggest pain in the ass possible. No, that would be too simple. The truth is that she trying, in her own warped Sithspawn way, to make the lives of the people around her light up. Didn't matter if light in this case meant roasting them with self contained flamethrowers: happiness was warm, bubbly, and tended to leave one ashy if exposed for too long. For instance, right now she was happily escorting the Major into Dred's special ship. Did it matter that the Fallanassi had to promise to wear a new outfit that wasn't a suit within the week?
Yes, but not right now, not as the hull locked up and awaited Dred's beckoning.
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Aug 17, 2013 17:11:38 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 17, 2013 17:11:38 GMT -8
*Once everyone is on board their ship takes off to the rendezvous point of Serenno. There everything will come to pass and years of research finally pays off. The ship exits the planet and enters the orbit.*
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Sept 29, 2013 8:08:06 GMT -8
Post by Gukky on Sept 29, 2013 8:08:06 GMT -8
Sometime before
The building was shattered. It had been the fancy boardroom of the Imperial mining oversight on Choal, but now was a silent empty wreck. Gustav directed a heavy lidded gaze at the surroundings, shivering slighting in the cold. They would need to get that window fixed. The cigarette drooped, having ashed until half its length and then quietly extinguished, completely forgotten. Gustav rubbed his eyes, then his face, trying to work some blood into his brain. He couldn't get his eyes to focus anymore. Carefully, he laid his glass down on the table. He didn't need them anymore.
Science was a relentless march of progress. When would it be sated? When would Gustav be sated? Possibly never. And now, certainly never. He had succeeded it peering beyond just the immediate here and now. He had discovered the eternal golden braid that linked beings together. It didn't exist as physical line, but somehow that was how he could perceive it. For most, their effect was invisible and their influence and impact, invisible.
But there were others, whose actions would be felt for aeons to come. Even so, it was difficult to know where to look.
He stood in the middle of a vast spiral of braids that had been spun. He cheated. But he had to know for certain if what he had felt was real. He had travelled to Iziz, he had been there to force the hand of fate - Chloro, Kuroro. They had succeeded in raising the thread to the level where he could have what he wanted. He had his proof. And far more than just that. It was incredibly difficult to articulate what he felt and saw, so he scribbled the little words onto a scrap of paper.
the galaxy needs diva
Gustav refused to read the words. For that would beg to ask why. Or what kind of galaxy needed an incomprehensible monster like Diva. Or confront the pointlessness of it all, even as he would someday be joined as a part of such a monster. His burning tiredness evaporated and he was siezed by a brutal, unshakable need. His scalpel was in his hand and he drove it into his gut and drew it steadily upwards, giving him the most horrific and painful exit from the galactic stage, an act of spite to the swirling forces of causality.
But death would be too kind to the doctor. Not after he had denied so many, he too would be denied. Flo was there, staunching the wound, patching it with bacta, laying him down. And in one last act of furious spite, he let loose the reigns of his creations.
"Prove the galaxy wrong."
He couldn't. But maybe the unworthy, undeserving creature could.
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Jan'ika Fett
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Dec 13, 2014 13:16:23 GMT -8
Post by Jan'ika Fett on Dec 13, 2014 13:16:23 GMT -8
Choal, not much of a capital even for a rain and mud filled place like Jabiim. Whether the cause is the constant rain or unrest the capital never really gaining anything to make it a place where anyone would want to be. Definitely the last place Janus would ever want to come to, if this wasn't a job he definitely wouldn't have.
There has always been conflict between the Jabiimi Loyalists who want to ally with the Jedi and the Republic and the Jabiimi Nationalists who want the planet to be independent. Janus could not careless who ruled but, the Loyalists were in power and that meant the Nationlists were willing to pay a lot of money have high level leaders of the Loyalists taken out. As long as the credits were good that's all that mattered to Janus.
Clad in his armor and cloak set himself in position on a roof top and waited for Jabiim Congressmen Tecken Gillmunn to appear on the step on the Jabiim Congress building. According to the information his client gave him there was a Jedi at Choal today on some Jedi Order business making it the perfect time to take out the leader of the Loyalists and show how weak they are.
Laying down on his stomach Janus brought up his blaster carbine and aimed the weapon at the main entrance. A few moments later a few figures appeared at the power.
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Dec 13, 2014 14:49:01 GMT -8
Post by Atton Kaelan on Dec 13, 2014 14:49:01 GMT -8
*Atton drew his cloak around him more tightly as he made his way down the streets, the wind adding to the chill that the soaking rains were causing. Jabiim was one of the last places he would have thought he'd end up, but there it was. There were nasty rumors going around and tensions were high, though that was nothing new on this planet. Jabiim had a rather bloody history to put it lightly, and if recent reports were any indication, they might be on the cusp of another conflict...
Of course, that wasn't really the reason for his assignment here. His mission was just to scout for Force sensitive individuals, though his presence here would certainly be convenient if things did start to get ugly. And Atton was sure that they'd get ugly. It'd be just his luck...
As he made his way down the street, he got that little nudge in the Force he always got when something bad was about to happen, but a quick look around revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Quickening his pace, he felt around with the Force, searching for the source of the disturbance. Hopefully he could find it before something bad happened...*
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Dec 14, 2014 0:01:48 GMT -8
Post by Jan'ika Fett on Dec 14, 2014 0:01:48 GMT -8
The cold rain was starting to even soak every inch of Janus' clothing. There was then motion at the main entrance. With the figures now in view Janus worked on focusing his sight on the Congressmen. Slowing down his breath Janus steadied his body then. . .
Three shots flew towards the Congressmen. Knowing he won't have a lot of time Janus lept up and throw his rifle over his shoulder. Sliding down the water soaked building Janus came to land in the muddy ground. He then sprang up and ran into a near by alley. He pulled his cloak tightly over his head and tried to blend into the crowd and get into position in case he needed to strike again. As he listened through his HUD waiting to waiting to hear the local securities response Janus' right hand fell to rest on his lightsaber. The back up plan was simple if the rifle failed make this look like a Jedi attack.
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Dec 14, 2014 12:04:44 GMT -8
Post by Atton Kaelan on Dec 14, 2014 12:04:44 GMT -8
*Atton moved quickly through the streets, towards the source of the disturbance he was feeling. Looking up, he could see that he was coming up to the Jabiim Congress building, but there wasn't anything out of the ordinary there. Scanning the streets around him also revealed nothing that would signal an imminent threat. He briefly noticed someone on the roof of a building on the opposite side of the street from the Congress building, but he didn't think any--wait that man on the roof had been armed!
Atton's eyes snapped back to the figure he noticed on the roof, then his eyes darted to the entrance to the Congress, and he noticed that the doors were opening. The person on the roof looked like he was armed, which meant only one thing. A split second later, Atton was tearing across the street, lightsaber in hand.
The Congressmen were exiting the building and walking out onto the street when three shots rang out. The snap-hiss of a lightsaber sounded and three shoots were deflected harmlessly into the mud. Atton looked up to where the shots had come from and got just a split second's glance at an armed figure making his escape. Without pausing, he took off running towards the building, having to switch his saber off to avoid injuring anyone else in the crowd as they flocked towards the scene.
With the policemen seeing to the Congressmen's safety, Atton began his search for the would-be assassin...*
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Dec 14, 2014 13:33:49 GMT -8
Post by Jan'ika Fett on Dec 14, 2014 13:33:49 GMT -8
"Jedi scum."
Janus said under his breath as he heard that the Congressmen wasn't even harmed at all over his HUD. It was clear he would have to deal with the Jedi first. Then an idea hit him. The lad found the perfect way to draw the Jedi to him. Janus pushed up against an elderly human male that was walking by him.
"Hey watch where you are going kid!"
The man said in anger. In response Janus said nothing and merely pushed the man up against a wall. He then quickly raised up his hilt and activated the lightsaber sending the blue plasma beam right through the man's chest. He screamed loudly in pain as he fell to the ground. Meanwhile, Janus darted off in another direction. Deactivating and placing his lightsaber back on his belt Janus took his rifle off his back as he ran through the capital. It was time to test this Jedi and see how possible it was to deal with him. The boy's eyes scanned every senor reading his HUD was making waiting to see a sign of the Jedi.
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Dec 14, 2014 14:40:20 GMT -8
Post by Atton Kaelan on Dec 14, 2014 14:40:20 GMT -8
*Atton's eyes darted around as he heard a scream and he quickly made his way over. An elderly human male lay slumped against the wall, a blackened hole in the man's chest, obviously a lightsaber wound. The man had been murdered, and Atton could only assume the assassin was the one responsible.*"Damn..."
*Feeling a twinge of anger at such a senseless murder, Atton resumed his search, feeling that the killer couldn't be far away. He stopped though, when he heard a whimper coming from an alleyway. Turning around to investigate, he saw a terrified looking little Twi'lek girl huddled in the alleyway, staring at the old man. Realizing she might be a witness, Atton made his way over, kneeling down.*"Hey..."
*The little girl stared up at him, eyes full of tears as Atton approached. She was obviously terrified, so Atton would have to tread lightly. But if she could point him in the right direction, that would be a great help. He pointed to the old man.*"Did you see who killed him?"
*The little Twi'lek hesitated for a moment, appearing unsure if she could trust this man. But after a moment, she pointed down the street.*"A...a b-b-bad man with a g-gun...and a laser sword...th-that way..."*Atton smiled and gently patted the girl on the shoulder.*"Thank you for telling me."*Taking a quick moment to see to her safety, Atton then turned down the street. The assassin probably had a head start on him, so Atton kept his guard up, wary of a potential ambush...*
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